Dali blinked at me. "Would you mind making coffee while you're dancing? I smell it on the bottom shelf, either first or second jar on the left." I opened the first jar and looked inside. Coffee. The label said BORAX. "What's up with the labels?" Dali shrugged. "You're in the house of a cat whose job is to spy. He thinks he's clever. I'd be careful with the silverware drawer. There might be a bomb in it.
Ilona AndrewsI shouldโve been furious, but for some reason I wasnโt. Maybe because I knew he was telling the truth. Maybe because Voron left me just like that, without the much-needed explanations. Maybe because things I had learned about him since his death had made me doubt everything heโd ever said to me. Whatever the case, I felt only a hollow, crushing sadness. How touching. I understood my adoptive fatherโs killer. Maybe after this was over, Hughโs head and I could sing โKumbayaโ together by the fire.
Ilona AndrewsAha! So Iโm not crazy.โ โYou are most definitely crazy,โ Derek said. โBut in a deranged, endearing way.
Ilona AndrewsIt was the kind of sword that would make a lifelong pacifist look for tall boots and a hat with feathers.
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